Waiting

She waited for the call that never came;searched every mailfor a letter,or a note,or a card, that bore his name;and on her kneesat night, and on her feet all day,she stormed Heaven’s Gate in his behalf; she pled for himin Heaven’s high court.

“Be still and wait,”the word He gave; and so she knewHe woulddo in, and for,that which she never could.Doubts ignored,she went about her choreswith joy;knowing, though spurned,His word was true.The prodigal had not returnedbut God was God,and there was work to do.